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About Marseille

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

Anyway, I finally made it to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Dupont, was in a mood. He was all like, “Where have you been?” Dude, I just got here! I wanted to tell him about my coffee disaster, but nah, I just nodded.

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